Sun
From rain
Guttering it's vibrating current
Feeding flowers,
Flowers from Hell.
They bloom through the cracks,
Cracks in our streets
For the dealers to prune and pick.
What chronic digestion pains, prays
For relief as petals scatter,
Scatter the windy alleys.
The night gives no surrender
To the lowly craving bones,
Caught in shadow the flowers blown bare,
Leaving only the seeds naked and black
Slipping the cracks
And dealers awaiting the bloom.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC
Sun
From rain
Guttering it's vibrating current
Feeding flowers,
Flowers from Hell.
They bloom through the cracks,
Cracks in our streets
For the dealers to prune and pick.
What chronic digestion pains, prays
For relief as petals scatter,
Scatter the windy alleys.
The night gives no surrender
To the lowly craving bones,
Caught in shadow the flowers blown bare,
Leaving only the seeds naked and black
Slipping the cracks
And dealers awaiting the bloom.
